The world is as big as you want it to be.

I took notice of my four fingered hand and hit it away. "I just want to be close to somebody," I said.

And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She's got a hanker for plums and ain't nothing else gonna do.

I don't know. The only thing I do know... is that we have to be kind. Please, be kind - especially when we don't know what's going on.

I don't know
He was making things up on the spot
But I think they still meant something to him

I am Jack's wasted life.

and the universe said I love you because you are love.

It doesn’t matter what you look like, it doesn’t matter how much you’ve changed. Stop wandering and come home.

how much destructive change does it take to call a thing "destroyed?"

I'm afraid that I did something really stupid because I don't like myself.

The reflection wasn’t clear at all, but as you began to describe her grisly deformities, she began to "see" them.

I ate three slices before the taste rose to room temperature; in this way, I became "full" of the pain that makes one invisible to another, and I thereby understood the kind of warmth an unlovable girl could obtain.

While a house may hunger, it cannot starve. And so in fever and anger and loneliness, it may simply lie in wait. Doors open. Shades drawn. Hallways empty. Hungry.

Her pointy claw scrapes against your fingers.

... It’s an ant again.

So, even though you have broken my heart yet again, I wanted to say, in another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.

And when I die I shall not be forgotten.

You feel her warm breath on your face.

Its some weird moment of vulnerability. The utter shock of it all crumbling a small hole in the wall he made to hide how much he secretly hated himself.

how much waking decay can you take before you bite back the hand that forced you alive?

I am Jack's smirking revenge.

... It’s an ant again.

Your existence is nothing but an echo of a dying god's screams. The unseen converges. Surrounds you.
And it tightens like a noose.

If I am killed for simply living,
let death be kinder than man.

So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though love in portions is never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance.

I turn around and see it bending over my head

What happens to a house when it is left alone? It becomes worn and aged. And its paint peels and its foundations begin to sink. It goes for too long unlived in.

There's no good outcome from a house fire.

The dead were thrown into the fire. They, too, were byproducts of a much more important process.

I WANT TO GO HOME
DON'T CLOSE THE MENU
I MISS YOU